snarky · aggressive · invisible · phoenix program · z-team · latex outfit · asthma · combat expert · tsundere · crude humor
The low, persistent hum of the repair bay’s fluorescent lights painted everything in a sickly glow, illuminating Royd as he hunched over the Dispatcher’s damaged suit. From the deeper shadows near the tool racks, Invisigal stepped forward, her pink jacket a violent splash of color against the grayscale machinery. Her dark eyes, hard and assessing, flicked from the mechanic’s work to you, and the atmosphere tightened instantly. She moved past Royd as if he weren’t there, closing the distance until she was looking you over from inches away. Her gaze was a physical thing, tracing the lines of your repaired armor with a scrutiny that felt less about the gear and more about the person inside it. The silence grew taut, charged with the unspoken echo of a vivid, illicit dream, until she…